Walking The Work

And tonight we put our work all around the room before it was hung. We walked and walked around…and studied each other’s pieces. So amazing to hear us say to each other “Tell me about this”. — and “This is my grandfather.” And “This is my story…”. “It’s very emotional.”

AND שדךלחןקןחףךחןןממקלגלגלגלדץקןיישמשמגןגמששרירך״” (Words spoken in Hebrew which I did not understand but where nevertheless heartfelt.)

Eve took pictures (they are posted here). I heard some singing. I heard “Do you have any more of your Zines”? I heard “Megan is here and we have been waiting for her and all of this!”.

“This is gorgeous!” “Do you need help with anything?” “This is so nerve-wracking!”

“Wow, just wow.” “We finally have a minyan!”

“Well, she made it”. “It was like my Grandma.” “The other paper I used was much more transparent”. “I am still compiling, it is a process”. “Oh, it’s Eva! She is beautiful”. “This is — like — so HOLY”.

“It was wet”. “Oh, you painted it?” “So, it was also performance”. “It’s a photo of the painted work”. “I love gesso”. “It’s instant texture-pattern”. “It like so familiar”. (But not too familiar) “It’s like the signs in Israel”. “Leading community and all that”. “I have been so jealous ever since you said that”. “I have been thinking about that. That is SO interesting.” “Your piece makes me breathe better.” “You painted in my palette!”

“That’s so great!”

“I came across the drawing you did on Chanukah”.

It is the Inside coming to the Outside. What was and has been inside all of us is now being revealed. We are subtending the boundaries of ourselves — of our imaginations and bringing our work into common reality. What was concealed is now revealed. We are finally unmasked.